and hand it over,
unsure if I want to know what that means.
He stares down at the screen,
frustrated with himself.
“I was supposed to leave it open.”
He faces me.
“The fuckin’ door. And I didn’t.”
The wind stops silent.
“EVEN THE DAMN CLOCK SAID,
“’TIME’S UP!’”
Dolores shouts,
the words freezing us both in place.
Andrew’s jaw locks up.
My laughter bubbles up.
I try to hold it, but it punches out anyway?—
fast, loud, uncontrollable.
A snort slips out after,
and it makes me laugh harder.
He’s looking at me, deadpan. “It’s not funny.”
But it is. It’s so funny.
“Sonny,” he says, fighting his grin, “you realize we’re technically trespassing, right? I gotta call the lobby to get you down. This roof’s off-limits. They’ll call the cops.”
I nod, trying to reel it back in.
“You’re right. Sorry.
“Super not funny,” I say,
palm over mouth,
laughter still slipping through.
It makes him grin,
and he runs a hand down his face.
“Jesus… I can’t even joke about it.
“You? In cuffs? Not happenin’.
